What physical pain is stronger than a broken heart? The Slayer is built for physical pain and she loves it. Besides, Hssss Eeee would never have hurt her. She's convinced. Not in a million years. It might be the only beast that wouldn't.

"I hope it has babies!" She proclaims excitedly. How cute would it be to have a toy Xenomorph?! "You were not frightened by Hssss Eeeee, were you Edward?"

A brow lifts at the male. Surely being a Scottish Warrior he would not find an Alien disconcerting...

Livia narrows pale eyes in thought. What is Edward speaking of? She was running around with 'something'? OH. Sh*t. She almost forgot. HER XENOMORPH.. that is no longer hers. The woman's eyes start to glisten, she misses her hissing Alien.

Someone approached. Her step paused and brown hues turned towards him. She detected an accent but she could not quite place it. It was rare to meet others who spoke her language, it had become rare for her to do so herself. This was a change. Though the translation was a bit rough, she understood what he said. She herself stuck with English for now. "Is it not a strange way to start a conversation with a stranger? Introductions come first most often." It struck her as a bit odd, that was all. The place he spoke, she was intrigued but not so much that she would let her guard. down. "I am Chiasa."

Prior to boarding the nonstop from JFK to de Gaulle, Iva decided to test the number on the card with a text message. Not many used landlines anymore but one could never be sure.

Señor Edward
It’s me, Ivelisse from the streets of New York. I am actually headed to Paris, with explicit intentions on meeting with one of your covenmates, Kyla. She is my tía, proving this world is small.
I think perhaps an introduction to this Mlle Chambers is in order. Could I burden you with arranging it? You have my gratitude in advance.

I met some guy on the street earlier. Get this-he hands me his card and says his coven is in Paris.

Oh, really?

Kyla was still reading the novel-length text message from the woman who was, for all intents and purposes, her family, when she approached the tall Scot. She tilted her head back, looking up... and up... until her eyes found his face.

"Did you happen to make a side trip to New York yesterday? Maybe run into a dark haired woman about yea high?" One hand left the phone to indicate a few inches taller than herself.

Giving a coquettish grin, her brows lifted and she reached out, putting her hand on his. “Hey, Papi Chulo, your accent is excellent!” Giving a click of her tongue, she admitted, “English is my first language, but mi madre would have my hide if I didn’t learn the mother tongue.” Laughing, her hand lifted from his to take the offered business card. Examining it, she tilted her head up to meet his eyes, slipping the card into her purse. She was average height for a woman but 5’4” still required an upward tilt of her head with the tall man. “Color me interested, Edward. There have been some recent...changes, shall we say, that has me most interested in what a coven might offer. “Paris is a special place for my family. It seems nearly serendipitous that I’d be called there again.”

Chin tilting up, she was quite pleased that she had gotten it right. While she laughed at his comment of the Irish woman, his mention of Paris caught her attention. Where it all began, she thought. “Your opinion of the Irish is now established. Tell me, what of the Spanish? While I am born and bred here in New York, the Spanish runs hotly in my veins!” She laughed, mostly because her hot headedness was absolutely not because of her heritage. “Even though we just met, I’d like to know if I am merely being tolerated like an Irish lass.” She stopped walking and regarded him. “Tell me more of Paris. I hold a special place in my heart for that city.”

Living in New York as long as she had, specifically in the neighborhood she grew up in, hearing accents was nothing new. Despite this, that Celtic brogue always caught her ear. Hell, it caught the ear of most red-blooded American women. Iva was different in a lot of ways, but in that- she was all in. Because of this, she looked at him with a smile.
“Pleased to meet you, Edward. I’m Ivelisse. My evening is going quite well, thank you. Better now that I’ve seem to caught the attention of a Scotsman such as yourself.” Brows furrowed, onyx eyes searched his face. “It is Scottish, yea? I admit, sometimes us Yanks get it confused with Irish.” She laughed breezily.

Little can be said of Malek beyond the fact that he is taciturn, on the surface. On the surface. But any who have ever known him have known him as quiet based on a mind that is contemplative and a mouth that cannot quite form the syllables necessary for casual speech. An enemy has stepped before him. An enemy that, under ideal circumstances, he might kill. An enemy that, given their history, the lycan doesn't necessarily desire to kill on a real level. Nay, a respected enemy. Someone who would have been a true friend, given the right series of events. A monster who Malek could truly find some measure of esteem for.

She heard the festive music and came out of her room to join in the revelry. Balloons filled the grand hall, confetti was littered everywhere and the grumpy Vampire actually…. smiled.

Large eyes looked up at her Mentor with affection and pride. “Congratulations Sir! I was not here to share in most of your journey, but I am so happy to be able to witness such well-deserved celebration and accolades.”.

Though the redhead didn't leap with joy, her delight was evident. Scots and Irish may not have always seen eye to eye, but he was a person from closer to home than anyone else she'd met thus far. Naturally, it made her curious. "Cén chuid d'Albain a thagann tú as?"

Friendly bunch right from the beginning. She should settle in here nicely if the rest were of the same sort. Kyla's easy smile broadened upon this one's greeting. "Tá áthas orm bualadh leat, Edward, and many thanks for the warm welcome."

~slides the dagger into its sheath~ It seems the Red Sox are doing very well in this baseball series they are playing. ~tilts head suddenly~ Is this the baseball team you are wishing to win?~removes the dagger once more~

~chile verde was always tempting.. a brow arches at the memory of the incident, the Djinn's vessel in control at the time~ That is an incident I would prefer to not repeat..~wonders if the trunks that held her old clothing contained the fuzzy pink bunny onesie~ I may.. it will cost more than roast chicken for me to dress as such.~whispers~ My reputation would be ruined if the mortals saw me in that.

~is hardly virtuous.. he must be teasing~ ~cants head~ I am always hungry..~raven brow arches~ Roasted chicken.. you bring me roasted chicken, I will find you virgins to drink from. ~narrows eyes~ No KFC bullsh-t either.. it gives me indigestion or food poisoning. Do you realise how difficult it is to find toilet paper in this house I reside? I can hardly find my way out of the house, let alone a bathroom or toilet paper. #firstRealmproblems #downonherluckDjinn

~turns slowly to face Edward, confusion on blanched visage~ Nathair?~grotesque smile~ Yes, however, I have bitten them already..~creeps closer~ Is this something you wish for.. I am sure we could come to an agreement, of sorts? ~devious twinkle in her eyes~

Her head tilts so that she may gaze upwards at aurous orbs as he speaks. Was she seeking refuge? Zaynah is unsure. She is weak; and fairly confident there are those that do not find her presence appealing. The Djinn does not wish to bring death to anyone's home.

"You have just returned? From where.." Large, almond shaped eyes question his words. "Ms. Chambers.. I think I knew of her once long ago but I do not think she recalls me. It is best, for now I feel, that I do not look for refuge. It has been a long time and it may be better if I take time to acclimate. For everyone's safety."

Hands clasped behind her back, her weight shifts from one foot to the other. Walk? That is generally not her preferred method of travel but, with mortals about, she gives a slight nod of her head. "I have nothing of importance to do at the moment, lead the way."

A raptor like tilt and swivel of her head, a cacophony of coins and cowry shells, jadeite irises find the owner of the voice. Edward. How long has she been asleep in the aether? The Unnamed studies the man's face, his expression. It is not hostile.

"What did I bring with me?" She glances to her person, her hands. She sees nothing. Rubied lips curl into a devious smile. "Thank you, Edward. How do you fare?"

-appraises- Does anyone ever have control of her? -laughs- Actually, she gives me very little trouble when it comes to work. On a personal level, we do not always see eye to eye. -furrows brow- I think your return will be good for her. It might brighten her spirits.

*blinks**blinks again* I would say that I've had too much to drink but my drunk version of you in my head would be speaking a language I could fvcking understand...*grins* Welcome back.*cants head* Sleep well?

"Frohliche Weihnachten, Herr Brollachan." His head dips in a slight nod, a large hand patting the top of Himmel's head as reassurance. "It has been a long while since I have seen you. If I do not see you before the end of the year, Gluckliches neues Jahr."

"Sounds perfect." Livia gave a small nod of her head. "I'll give you a ring when I am free. As of right now though, I must return to my painting." Wiping her right hand upon paint marred denims, Livia offered it to the male. "Until we meet again Edward."

A soft chuckle escapes. "Ano, oni delají." Livia cants her head, pale lips pulling at the cigarette she holds. "We should meet for a drink sometime. Catch one another up on our personal endeavors and events...I'm sure there has been much to happen we can discuss, no?"

A small smile draws upwards the corners of Livia's scarred pout. It's nice to hear others speak her language and endearing that Edward would make such a large attempt to converse with her, in her language.

*stares at message**confused*To: Edward Haggis:: Sorry...thought you were asking if I was in a movie previous. We? I try to avoid being photographed, let alone filmed. I suppose I could attempt to keep the subject 'lively'...I have saline bags. And a mask. ::

*rap sings* She’s a runner, rebel and a stunner,
On her merry way sayin’, 'Baby what you gonna...'
Looking down the barrel of a 'hot' metal 45
Just another way to survive...*pops out an earbud* Always! It's down the road...not across the street. *grins*

*jumps out of her skin**is covered in red, white and blue glitter**so is Edward's bike...with the epoxy on it**blind and smiling at the Union Jack she's epoxied on his Ducati**wonders how Edward knew there was glitter in the bag...**gives a half-c0cked smile*

*snickers*
Nuuuu, not at all. Just wanted to make sure it wasn't the lack of comfort keeping you away from the tower. Spending hours upon hours keeping watch, you got to have somewhere comfortable to sit down.

The Slayer canted her head as she listened but when he stopped, her brow furrowed. A howl of laughter escaped as Edward cursed, maybe the realisation of how many pairs of shoes Katherine had or the fact he wasn't going to win. Either way, it was nice to see his face. It was nice to see someone.

"Threaten to destroy all of her shoes...that should get her attention."

"Yes," Livia gave a meek smile and nodded. Not many knew or remembered, which she was fine with. It seemed just yesterday that the young woman was nineteen. Now...she was twenty five. She looked at the card, chuckled and did something she hadn't done in quite a while. The Slayer hugged her friend. "Thank you Edward."

*shakes head* Nooooo...You go. I'll wait. I'm not sure how fast it will go and I do not heal like you do. *laughs* But she is fully restored, everything is as original as can be. *presses lips together* Except the seat. I had it made custom...with your family crest.

It wasn't much...it's a 72 Desmos, Silver Shotgun. *smiles sheepishly* But I liked the lines of it. *cants head* I think moreso than the ones they make now. *points over shoulder with thumb* It's parked there on the street. You should take it for a spin.

Got to New York and give this to Edward she said. It will be fun she said. Waiting less than patiently for someone to answer the door, Maeve mumbled under her non existent breath. Without an exact address, she had been knocking on doors all over the city. Most had ignored her, others had cowered in fear at the mention of the name. The lady, she had just stood there, silent and unmovable like a stature without answering.

The familiar mist of Edward Brollachan forms before him again one he has seen before at the magik shop of the angel he lost his way for.*he listens to the speak* and as he
does he remembers the stories of this,
R.M. Renfield who was Dracula's loyal confidante. He was the keeper of Dracula's secrets and the stabilizing force that allowed the latter's two personas to co-exist.
and then went kind of crazy. But in the realm things can do that to a man very easily, and many die because of it.
Edwards words to him make him think on things yet again....

"Vesele Vanoce, Edward." The Slayer gave a warm smile. "Dekuji." The smile turned wicked as cerulean hues lit up. "Did Santa finally bring you something to wear under that kilt? I sent him a letter even..."

Livia arched a brow as she watched the Scot. As dirt and grime fell to the ground, a half-c*cked smile found her lips. Oh yes...this was most certainly something she could use. After all, who wants to toss a silk organza top and pencil skirt because of blood and brain matter. Not this girl.

"You know my nemifriend...that would indeed come in handy for someone like me. How much?"

She was late returning to the club after a long day of scouting potential employees and chasing munitions across the vast city of Paris. Through heavy lidded eyes, the Slayer did not see the gift left upon the steps and nearly brained herself on the wrought iron fence that lined the walk when she tripped over it. Who on earth would leave something in the middle of a walkway...on steps no less?

With a quiet growl, Livia collected herself then the item adorned with a note. It was a beautifully carved sword, one she had not seen the likes of in ages. Although she did not see the Scot, she knew he was there, somewhere. With a half-c*cked grin, Livia simply whispered to the night. "Thank you Edward...it is appreciated."

*grin widens* A new Ducati hm? Sounds lovely...*surreptitiously looks for the bike* And whatever do you mean, I should make sure no one vandalizes it? *gasps* Am I the Ducati police now? *crosses arms behind back to hide the brown bag in hand*

*finds orange and black glitter hiding in her stash of halloween goodies, waits for an opportune moment to pounce, covers Edward in glittery goodness, takes photos to post to FB and runs away cackling*

Rubbing her pale face, like a child trying to get warmth in its cheeks, Maeve stood nailed to the ground while watching the hulking shape of a man who had been nothing more than a ghost of memories for so very long.

"Have the gods of old finally thought it fit to send something substantial to haunt our living moments, or is it really you?"

"Truer words were never spoken, so far as this place is concerned. I would tell you that you have missed much in your absence, but in reality you have missed very little. Just take the same old stories from your last days amongst us and change the names around a bit, it will be fairly accurate."

The realm was in for quite a surprise, it seemed, as one by one the boogie men were coming back from their hiding places to stalk the streets once more. The tides were turning, trouble brewing and mischief was afoot - Autumn would be a time of revelation for the Realm, but who amongst them would weather the fall?

"Indeed much has changed, as per usual in this dreary world of ours. I relate it to what people say about the weather in the Midwest 'if you don't like it, stay a minute, it'll change', such is the way of the Realm."

Pewter hues peered from beneath the veil of raven tresses, a ghost of a smile creasing her lips as she nodded her agreement to the nature of the changes.

A name had come to her on the whispers of the night, one that was familiar and reminiscent of days that were long since past. She sought out the man, and smirked slightly as she approached the unmistakable form.

"Either you are lost, or completely insane to have found this place once again. Welcome home..."

The sound of the very familiar Scottish brogue was a sound for sore ears, and Bree could not keep herself from grinning. "You have missed a lot around here, but I am sure the rumor wagon will be around shortly to catch you up."

*Stopping dead in her tracks, Bree looked with amusement at the sticker which someone had managed to fasten to Edwards door, for a change happy that she wasn't the one causing mischief within the catacombs.* "Ohh boy, that is going to go over real well."

*Feeling like she had to look up for miles, before finding the one she was looking for, Maeve broke out in a grin, when she finally saw the beaming face.* "Congrats Edward. Knew you'd make it eventually."

*A hint of mischief flashed over Maeve's face, as the familiar mist began to creep in, knowing Edward was about to make his entrance. While Edward began to solidify, Maeve pulled out the small packet Mu had left her, with the strong urging to use it, to prove to both Edward and and Mackenzie, that vampires does sparkle. With a grin, Maeve carefully blew just a small handful in Edwards direction, and watched as it slowly fell around him.* "I gotta say, that sparkle is quite the fitting look for you." *Maeve tilted her head and looked at her friend, while her spoke his congrats.* "Thank you Edward."

*Shay was in a rather weird mood as of late and it led her to take up her old prankster habits. She rummaged through her desk drawers until she found what she was looking for and quickly headed off to prepare. She snuck into the kitchen and filled several water balloons with lime jello powder then added enough hot water to them to dissolve the powder then filled them the rest of the way with cold water before tying them off. She waited until they were completely set and went about finding random targets. Her eyes picked up on Ed and with a wicked grin she chucked a few of the jello filled balloons at him before dashing off down the hallway to find her next target.*

Seeing Mr. Brollachan walking down the street, Livia quickened her pace, fakes a trip and bumps into the Scot. With a tart smile, she gazes into his eyes. "Oh..Excuse me." Turning quickly down a side street, she looks to her hands. "23$...better than nothing!"

Livia turns quickly, holding her crossword high in the air. "Honest to God...I was just doing a crossword...See?" She stops a few feet away, smiles wickedly and turns the page to face Mr. Brollachan. On it, below the crossword, she has drawn two stick figures. One a vampire, the other a slayer. The slayer holding a bloody dagger, the vampire holding his kidney. With a wink, Livia starts to run, yelling over her shoulder. "Do not say I never gave you nothing!"

In the midst of doing a cross word puzzle, Livia stopped abruptly, again. Reading the hint aloud, she closed her eyes to visualize."A six letter word for an organ that is used to to maintain the homeostatic balance of bodily fluids by filtering and secreting metabolites? Hmm..." Pondering the question for a few seconds longer, she furrowed her brow. "Liver? No thats 5 letters...Pancreas? No thats 8... KIDNEY! Suh weet!! Im on a roll!!" She opened her eyes to pen in the answer, smiling brightly and noticed Edward Brollachan standing there. A hard swallow later, she slapped a hand to her face."Oh boy...Im on a roll..."

Livia walks slowly up, a bottle of honeybear honey in her hand and a sack in the other. Carefully she writes R U B O multiple times across Edward's motorcycle, as well as Y E N D I K, then opens the bag. Reaching into the bag, Livia withdraws a handful of pink glitter and pink confetti, smiles wickedly and turns the contents of the bag onto the bike. The contents of her hand? Thrown onto Edward of course. With a nod of her head, she turns and walks away.
Dyslexia at its finest...